Approved White Tower Bio for Faun Freegard--CCed by CotL

WhiteWolf · October 17, 2011

Basic Information

Your Handle : Faun

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Character Information

Name (first and last) of this character: Faun Freegard

State whether this is a Traditional or a Salidar character: Traditional

Age of this character: 14

Name of country where this character is from: Andor

Appearance

Hair: Red

Eyes: Green

Skin: Pale

Height: 4’8

Voice: Rough; she has no gentle tone

Other: Crossed senses

She didn’t like the word ghastly. And come to think of it, she didn’t like the word riddle either. She really didn’t like the word territory, scarcity or soldier, but the word she especially did not like was time. This is how she lived her life, in awe and fear of that one unspeakable word: time.

Her name was Faun. She grew up in the town of Deven Ride, the most isolated village of the Two Rivers. Her household was nothing special. She had two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother. Being the middle child was being the insignificant child, but she still loved her Maw and Paw quite dearly. But what she loved most was her best friend, the puppy that grew along with her during childhood, Adler.

Adler understood her in ways that she felt humans couldn’t. She knew she was anti-social, awkward, and uninteresting. Yet, Adler made her feel like she was the single most amazing thing in the world. Every day he followed her aimlessly and every night he guarded her bed tenaciously. She always felt comforted by the warm, honey hue he emitted, always took solace in it.

Now, Faun was different, though it is sure that everyone is different in his or her own way. For Faun, it was something given to her since she grew wildly in the womb; two of her five senses were intermingled, causing her to hear sounds in color. This was how she learned of the world and made judgments and decisions. Every person had their own color surrounding them, an inner, fixed color and an outer one that changed as the tide on the Two Rivers. She resented this change in people, how she could not count on their person to be the same, and this had a lot to do with the change in her family that sought to rip the household apart.

It couldn’t have bothered Faun much. Her possible pitfall was how carefree she felt; there was no responsibility in her world. She loved Adler and she loved Nature, but it was to their own beings that they cared for themselves. Everything happened on its own accord. Because she never cared, she never worried, and she also never knew what love was in its truest form (only affection), though that couldn’t have mattered to a child.

She had a beautiful older sister Emmeline and a coveted and cherished younger brother, Cyrus. Emmeline was her parents pride and Cyrus was their baby. Faun was the girl who came home covered in mud each night. Nonetheless, she would always remember the cool blues her mother would wrap her in and the deep greens her father would bring home with him from work. She especially enjoyed the yellows that would seep in from the kitchen and Emmeline’s cooking. tracing the walls of her house. Her home was always bursting with colors.

But life changes, just as the outer colors of a person change, no stability or definitives. Faun was always running between the rivers, soaring in the clouds, diving from the trees. She couldn’t get enough of the outdoors. A forest’s hue was always the same, the river, the sky, the grass, and all the animals. She felt alive when she was reclused from humans. It was natural that Cyrus would follow her, though she always tried to outrun him. There weren’t many kids in their village, and so her mother instructed Faun to watch and take care of Cyrus. He was like any other boy, venturing further and further into wilderness without paying heed to any superiority. And this is why things turned out the way they did.

It was a warm summer day and the weather was perfect. Faun had set out in the early morrow with Cyrus trailing behind her. She was bent on climbing her favorite tree that lay against the sky so that she could watch the sunrise.

“Cyrus, do not move from beneath this tree. The river is right here. You must be careful.”

“Yes, Mammy,” he said teasingly. He began to busy himself with some twigs and bugs near the stump.

Faun climbed higher and higher until she was at the top branch. She slid onto it and sat with her legs dangling towards the river. She looked down to see what her brother was doing and saw him barefoot on the slick rocks.

“Cyrus! Move yourself from there! You’ll fall in and we both cannot swim!”

And just as he looked up to her his foot gave out, sending him backwards, where he split his head open and fell into the water. Faun watched his unconscious body sink deeper and deeper. She made not a noise. Her vision was enveloped with the pure black waves of light transcending from her dead brother’s body. For moments she was blind and she thought to herself, this is what death looks like.

The passing days after this event were tragic for the rest of her family. She stood outside her house watching as all the vibrance bled out, and in its place, an unforgiving gray that was to remain there permanently.

Faun tried to be phased by his death, but she found she was incapable. Because to her death was natural, inevitable. He was not the first to die and he surely was not the last. Why is death so tragic? She saw plants and animals die all the time. Life goes on. Why don’t people?

It was obvious her parents blamed her for the death of Cyrus though it was never explicitly said. It’s never easy for a child to see her mother cry every night or for her father to constantly yell and to throw things around the house from being so angry…so angry at her…

Thus Faun resolved to stay out of the house as much as she could and that was easier for everyone involved. This is how she passed the next few years. She grew awkwardly into womanhood. She could tell that her thin, petit body had not grown from its child form. In wanting something new she decided to cut off all her red locks until her hair was boy short. She left some hair on her left side in which she made three small braids a little longer than her shoulder. She placed an ornate, handmade bead at the end of each. Blue was the past, yellow was the present, and red was the future. These braids were threads that represented her first commitment to some essence, to the past, present, and future, to time.

When she met the Aes Sedai for the first time, she was startled. She was just heading out the door of her home with Adler trotting beside her, when she saw the imposing figure standing in front of her. The unknown woman was clad in a gray robe. Faun couldn’t even remember what she had been going to do or what she had been saying to herself only moments before. The woman stepped forward and said that she was traveling around Andor, testing young girls. She said it would only take a minute. Faun instinctly took a step back. She looked behind her. A broken home. She looked to the side of her. Adler. The one thing she held steadfast to as to hold on to her own life. And finally, she looked in front of her. She saw a beginning. Faun met the strange woman’s eyes and agreed to take the test. She was shown the stone and passed. The woman told her that she was to leave everything she loved behind. Her future no longer included what was in her present life. Faun knelt down and held Adler for a very long time and sobbed from the pain that tore at her very soul. But she knew this was what she had to do, and she also knew that with this woman, there was no choice. And so she left Andor and made the trek to Tar Valon. Her whole existence was now wrapped around the promise of tomorrow, the promise of a new day. Finally.

Edited November 4, 2011 by Nynaeve